Saint Seiya Evil Skull

After a long moment of contemplation, Arubelisi's thoughts raced wildly, like a wild horse unleashed. His furrowed brow seemed to carry countless worries and concerns. Finally, at some point, the warm and familiar faces of his friends and family in Asgard suddenly emerged in his mind.

"How long has it been since I left here?" Alberich muttered to himself, a hint of confusion and unease in his voice. He was filled with worry about the unknown: Is Asgard still as peaceful and tranquil as it once was? Has the struggle between Athena and Saga finally come to an end? Are Hilda, Freya, and the others all well? Most of all, he longed for his beloved children: Are they thriving and living a happy and carefree life?

As these thoughts continued to surge through his mind, Albelisi's longing for his family and homeland grew ever deeper, surging like a tidal wave, so intense it threatened to consume him whole. Unable to suppress his inner urge any longer, he unleashed his magical spatial teleportation technique without hesitation, swiftly arriving at the exit of Vanaheim.

Here, Alberich paused briefly. He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed solemnly on the mysterious Vanaheim barrier before him. A moment later, he resolutely stepped forward, passing through with lightning speed.

However, the moment he stepped out of the barrier, a strong sense of crisis washed over him. Without hesitation, Albelisi unleashed the mighty power of the Rules of Fate, conducting a comprehensive survey of his surroundings. This exploration drew a sharp breath, and a wave of fear welled up within him.

The perimeter of Vanaheim's space was densely packed with deadly traps. These traps were meticulously crafted, some hidden in the darkness, impossible to detect without the magical perception of the rules of fate; others emitted terrifying energy fluctuations, and once triggered, the consequences would be disastrous.

Recalling his lucky chance to enter Vanaheim, Alberich secretly rejoiced. Thinking back, it was a truly life-or-death experience. If it weren't for his luck, he would have perished long ago. Thinking of this, he hated Loki for leading him there even more.

"That bastard, he's got a lot of bad intentions! He knew Vanaheim was full of traps, but he told me this on purpose, just to get me killed!" Albelisi cursed, gritting his teeth. But even so, to achieve his goal, he had no choice but to bravely enter this dangerous territory.

Fortunately, the rules of fate had guided him, illuminating the path forward like a beacon in the darkness. Thanks to the guidance of fate, Albelisi was able to fight his way through the trap-ridden periphery.

After narrowly escaping death, he luckily devoured Needlerd's remaining soul. With the incorporation of Needlerd's soul, Albelisi's power leaped forward. He finally comprehended the ninth sense—Amoral consciousness—and entered the legendary realm of the Lord God. From then on, he possessed an endless lifespan, truly embarking on the path to immortality.

Speaking of which, just before Needlerd drew his last breath, his lips seemed to move slightly, as if he were mumbling something to himself. Unfortunately, the only person present at the time was Albelisi, who had already fallen into madness, completely lost and in a state of rampage.

To have survived such a terrifying situation, Albelici must have been incredibly lucky! Even if he could turn back time and relive that life-or-death battle, even Albelici himself wouldn't have been so lucky to have survived. This clearly demonstrates just how treacherous this journey to Vanaheim truly was!

Fortunately, Alberich ultimately survived this ordeal. Now, hey, it's the turn of those who once opposed him to suffer! After all, Alberich has now returned to peak form, unleashing his full might as a supreme deity without reservation. Just imagining such a scene would surely make Athena, Hades, and other supreme deities groan inwardly, their hearts tightening.

However, after careful consideration, Albelisi decided it was safer to keep a low profile for the time being. After all, without complete assurance that all potential threats could be dealt with, rash action would likely invite a joint attack from the other major gods. If they were to defeat him and seal him away for a thousand or eight hundred years, the consequences would be disastrous.

So, Albelis thought: "It is best to return to Asgard as soon as possible, continue to enjoy the glory and wealth, and reproduce offspring peacefully!" So, the lucky main god set out on his journey home without looking back, ready to enjoy a peaceful and comfortable life.

Albelisi stared intently at the void before him, his deep eyes seemingly able to see through endless time and space. After some meticulous calculations, he finally found the spatial coordinates for his return and began to unleash his powerful spatial travel skills.

In an instant, ripples spread across the surrounding space. In a flash of light, Albelisi's figure vanished. However, when he reappeared, he found that he had not returned to his destination as accurately as he had expected. Hmm? Where was this? Why was it over Siberia? Looking at the vast expanse of ice and snow below, Albelisi frowned, muttering to himself: What a huge deviation!

At that moment, a sharp, cold wind blew across Albelisi's face like a blade. The sudden chill instantly brought him back to his senses, still lost in thought. He shuddered and muttered to himself, "It seems my space travel skills need improvement. This accuracy is really not good enough."

After saying this, Albelisi gently stroked his chin, lost in thought. A moment later, as if suddenly remembering something, his eyes lit up. With a wave of his right hand, the divine garment, shimmering with mysterious light, transformed into a stream of light and was stored in his storage space.

"I have to get myself a handsome cloak when I go back. The Golden Saints looked so cool wearing cloaks. I want to have one of my own too!" Alberich raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile.

Since space travel isn't very reliable, and this place isn't too far from Northern Europe, why not just fly back? With this thought, Albelisi immediately adjusted his posture, his gaze fixed firmly towards the north, and he found the direction of Northern Europe. Then, he took a deep breath, and the energy in his body burst out like a surging torrent. With a flash of his body, he sped towards Northern Europe at the astonishing speed of light.

As the sun gradually sank into the west, painting the sky a brilliant sunset glow, the evening was peaceful and tranquil. In the tranquil and tranquil city of Asgard, every household was alight with warm lights, and people gathered around the table, happily enjoying dinner and soaking up the warmth and happiness that family brings.

However, this tranquility was broken by a sudden shout: "I, Hu Hansan, am back again..." The voice was like a thunder, exploding over the entire Asgard.

Instantly, countless people who were dining were startled, their cutlery dropping to the ground with a resounding shattering sound. Some even jumped up from their chairs, their faces pale; some children were so frightened that they burst into tears.

According to incomplete statistics, nearly one-third of the residents of Asgard had broken their dishes the previous night. These broken dishes became a testament to that extraordinary night, all thanks to the deafening roar. However, this was only discovered afterward.

Most people could only hide at home and swear quietly to vent their dissatisfaction and fear, but those who knew who had done the deed would curse loudly by name without hesitation.

The women in Alberisi Castle were especially resentful of the perpetrator. The roar had not only ruined their otherwise pleasant dinner, but had also frightened them considerably. At that moment, they gathered together, gnashing their teeth as they discussed how to teach that person a lesson.